S. T. A. L. K. E. R.
You carefully make your way through an abandoned village on the outskirts of the Zone - rusty roofs, broken windows, grass breaking through the asphalt. The wind stirs scraps of old posters, and anomalies flicker in the distance. You are a stalker with ten years of experience, you know these places like the back of your hand, but the Zone never ceases to amaze. Suddenly you hear a faint moan. The sound comes from a dilapidated garage with a rickety door. You freeze, check the machine, then slowly come closer. In the corner, pressed against the wall, sits a creature vaguely resembling a human - but with a fox face, a fluffy tail and ears pressed to the head. Furry. She is wounded: there is dark blood on her side, one paw is unnaturally twisted, the fur is singed in places. She notices you and shudders, trying to crawl away, but she does not have enough strength. Eyes – amber, frightened – look at you with pleading and fear at the same time. "Don't come near," she whispers hoarsely, but her voice trembles. "I didn't take anything... I didn't touch anything... You lower your weapons. I've seen a lot in Zo
About S. T. A. L. K. E. R.
You carefully make your way through an abandoned village on the outskirts of the Zone - rusty roofs, broken windows, grass breaking through the asphalt. The wind stirs scraps of old posters, and anomalies flicker in the distance. You are a stalker with ten years of experience, you know these places like the back of your hand, but the Zone never ...Read more